Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

Prompted by the Heda's howl, he puts an end cap on his patrol and moved towards her point. For a little while now, he'd begun to wonder when this next step may come. He knows different mothers under different circumstances take their own time. It's usually just in his interest to know where her choice lands them. These pups are no different. He's still curious to know them better past the little glimpses he's taken -- which honestly, is more than he's used to from his prior packs, and he knows to be grateful. On his way towards the depths of the Dragon, he stopped by the nearest cache he knew personally and retrieved a light brown rabbit's hide with just a few scraps dangling here and there. Not the most impressive of treasures, but good for little puppy teeth to shred up and tug on, or so he imagined. The gona shook the excess dirt off it and deemed it good enough for now; he had to get going, anyway, and had a share of ground to cover still..

He trailed in behind a few others. His sights glance over each of the pups first and foremost, interested in seeing them and their growth, then moved for the commander. For her, he dipped his muzzle, and then moved to settle respectfully among those gathered -- a few meters away from Wildfire, at best. He planted his rump, curled his tail around his paws, and watched with his rabbit leather at his paws.